But wee Robin says: “No, no! gray greedy Hawk, no, no! You pecked the little Meadowlark, but you cannot peck me!”
So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a steep, rocky hillside, and there he saw a sly Fox sitting. And the sly Fox says, “Where are you going, wee Robin?”
And the wee Robin makes answer: “I’m going away to the King to sing him a song this glad Christmas morning.”
And the sly Fox says: “Come here, wee Robin, and I’ll let you see the pretty spot on the tip of my tail.”
But the wee Robin says: “No, no! sly Fox, no, no! You worried the little Lamb, but you cannot worry me!”
So the wee Robin flew away until he came to a grassy meadow, and there he saw a little shepherd boy.
And the little shepherd says: “Where are you going, wee Robin?”
And wee Robin makes answer: “I’m going away to the King to sing him a song this glad Christmas morning.”
And the little shepherd boy says: “Come here, wee Robin, and I’ll give you some crumbs from my lunch.”